Your child is a pleasure to have in class.
Sometimes I want to whip his ass.
If he doesn’t stop playing
I will start saying
“I’m sorry; he’s not going to pass.”
Your child’s work is sparse.
He’d better start moving his arse.
He needs to improve
Or down he shall move.
His grade is currently a farce.
Your daughter’s very loquacious.
Her attire is rather bodacious.
This educational institution
Isn’t a house of prostitution.
Her thinking is quite fallacious.
Your son’s always roaming the halls.
When in class, he climbs the walls.
He needs to chill out.
He’d being a lout.
He’s gonna get strung up by the balls.
Your son’s constantly flashing his pearlies.
Flirting with all the girlies.
This Romeo needs to quit.
He’s starting a lot of shit.
He’s gonna get kicked in the short and curlies.
Your son thinks he’s slick.
Every day he’s trying a new trick.
His antics aren’t clever.
His tongue’s like leather.
In my professional opinion, he’s a prick.
Your daughter is a tattletale.
Spreading lies over the hill and dale.
This little drama queen
Repeats words that are mean
Was this girl spawn in hell?